Owen

 

Pacing the floor of Jerry’s office, my pulse is racing. I’ve only felt this kind of anger one other time in my life and son of a bitch if they aren’t both related.

“Owen, it’s just a bump in the road. Doesn’t mean the whole thing is destroyed,” Jerry says.

Slamming my hands down on his desk, I lean toward him. “It’s one hell of a fucking bump,” I yell.

“I’m going to take care of it. You need to remember why you pay me so much and relax,” he says, punching away at the keyboard. “I’ll have it sorted by the end of the day.”

“Jerry, I’m done waiting on this thing to happen. You better be able to fix this today. Not tomorrow, today,” I demand, pushing off his desk and pacing again.

“Go home, let that pretty little thing shake her ass for you,” he says.

Reaching of the desk, I grab his shirt, bringing his face to mine. “Don’t ever talk about her like that again. Don’t ever talk about her again period. You handle my business, not my personal life. You fucking got it?” I growl.

“Relax, I got it Owen,” he calmly says, resting his hands on mine. “I got it.”

Letting go, I punch the wall and walk out of his office. He needs to focus on this problem, not my personal life. Brooke is mine, I don’t share, not even in thoughts.

Frank is waiting by the car when I get outside. He opens the door and nods at me. Climbing in the driver's seat he pulls out into traffic. “Where to?”

“Brooke’s,” I mumble, staring out the window.

I’m starting to realize that when anything happens lately, it’s her I want. She’s made me remember what it’s like to have fun, what it’s like to have someone to talk to, what it’s like to feel during sex. I’m not just in this for the fun and the fucking and she needs to know that. But first, I need to fuck these  demons out of me and once again she’s just what I need.

When we get to her building, I still have anger running through me, and I think maybe I should have called to make sure she’s home. Not caring, I make my way to her apartment and knock on the door.

A minute later she opens it, shock on her face. “Ace, what are you doing here?”

Grabbing her waist, I push her back and kick the door closed. I slam my mouth to hers and it’s not enough, the rage I feel is still in control. Yanking her shirt off, I quickly remove her bra, biting down on her tits.

“Oh,” she moans out.

Making quick work of getting her jeans and panties off, her perfect body has my cock pushing against my zipper. “Go sit on the couch,” I demand, ripping my clothes off as I follow behind her.

She sits down and I drop to my knees in front of her, naked. Dragging her to the edge of the couch, I push her legs as wide open as they will go. “Hold them.”

She does and I attack her wet pussy with my mouth. Licking from her ass to her clit, she lets out a loud moan. I push my fingers inside her tight cunt and fuck her while I bite on her inner thighs. I bite hard enough that I leave her marked and that’s exactly what I want. I continue to lick at her while my fingers move in and out.

“Fuck Ace,” she groans, rubbing on my face.

Reaching up, I pinch her nipples as I suck her clit into my mouth. She tightens around my fingers and fuck if she isn’t going to come already. I continue to suck at her and she’s thrashing her sexy body. I can feel she’s right there and I bite her clit, curling my fingers

I let her ride out her release before pulling back. Standing up, her release glistening on my lips and beard, I pull her up with me, bending her over the back of the couch. Her tight ass is raised and I smack it so hard I leave a mark.

“Fuck,” she shouts.

I have no idea if it’s out of pain or pleasure but right now it doesn’t matter. Dragging my fingers through her pussy, I use the wetness on her ass. I drag my cock through her wetness as I wrap my fingers in her hair, jerking her head back to me. Smacking her ass one more time, I slam into it.

“Fuck Brooke,” I hiss.

She doesn’t even try to pull away, just lets me move my dick in and out of her ass. It feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. Letting go of her hair, she drops her head to the couch. I grab onto her hips and fuck her. I pounding her ass hard and fast, watching my cock enter her each time.

Her moans echoing around me, just spur me on. Smacking her spectacular ass again, I reach around and rub her clit before pushing my fingers in her dripping pussy.

“Holy fuck Owen, it feels so good,” she shouts, grabbing hold of the cushions.

“You like this? My dick pounding your ass and my fingers in your delicious pussy, being completely filled by me?” I groan out.

“Yes, oh God yes,” she replies.

“Fuck you feel so good. You have no idea how good you feel,” I growl, dropping my head back as I continue to fill her.

“I’m gonna come again,” she yells.

I feel her orgasm rip through her and it continues on and on as I dig my fingers into her ass. I feel my release coming on. Listening to her moaning, watching my cock fill her ass and feeling her pussy on my fingers, fuck it’s enough to have any man’s release ripped out of him. Which is exactly what happens to me.

“Fuck Brooke,” I groan as I come in her tight ass.

When I’m finished, I rest my chest on her back. Both of us are panting heavily. My heart racing and when she looks over her shoulder at me, I feel it. I feel her slip into my heart.

“Damn, Ace,” she breathes out.

Kissing her shoulder, I blow out a breath. “I know.”

After cleaning up, we are wrapped around each other on the couch, still naked.

“You alright?” she asks, kissing my cheek.

“I’m better now,” I admit. The demons are gone, at least for now.

“Want to talk about it?”

Grinning, I rest my forehead on hers. “I like you, Brooke, a lot. I’m not just in this for the sex. I thought you should know.”

A tear runs down her cheek and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb. “You’re not?”

“No blue eyes, I’m not, but I need to know where you stand.”

She starts to cry and I wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she cries against my chest.

Rubbing her smooth back, I kiss the top of her head. “You’re sorry for what?”

It’s not that she doesn’t want me, it’s something else entirely. I have no idea what it is, but I guess if I was a chick I would have been crying earlier in Jerry’s office.

“I can’t say,” she whispers.

Tightening my hold on her, I toss my leg over hers. I’m not sure at this point if I should be worried because something bad is happening to her or pissed she won’t tell me what.

“If you tell me I can help,” I gently tell her.

Digging her fingers into me, she only cries harder. Her body is shaking and my anger starts to return. Only this time it’s a different anger. It’s about protecting what I consider mine and seeing her hurting, well it makes me want to kill.

“I’m sorry Owen. You have to know that,” she says against my chest, her breath warm on my skin.

“Of course Brooke, just tell me.”

Lifting her head slightly, I see her reddened face covered in tears. “First tell me...what’s your business plan?”